Month: September 2010

what happens when we lose the light
better a spill, then a slow leak

you can call it hope
or a memory
or even the promise of one more time

I call it: what I had
before I became distracted by the regularities of life

You slipped into silence,
and I listened to rain,
we were in a study and I think
you paused, your breath
was never quite as hesitant
as now.